Kayla is a smart, focused, top-mark student in her last two senior years of high school in a private facility for rich kids in Florida. All she wants is to get accepted to Harvard and graduate with top marks to follow the career she has set for herself. Her entire life is about becoming an independent and successful vet. She has micro-managed it and planned it to the tiniest detail. Leaving no room for a social life or living her teen years like her peers.

This year has had its ups and downs, with her stepbrother of almost ten years coming to live under the same roof after being raised apart after their parents married. The chaos and drama his appearance has brought, since he despises not only his father but Kayla's mother too, has made home tense. He's a rude, defiant, and arrogant pain in her ass who is hellbent on causing trouble and listens to no one.  

Dane is the polar opposite in every way - Vain, oversexed, a playboy who takes nothing seriously except booze, girls, and his motorbike while he rebels in every way against his father for ripping apart his family. Looking like a teen idol, acting like someone who doesn't need to take accountability for anything in his life, Kayla honestly cannot stand him. She sees a loser who will live on daddy's money and drink away his youth while sleeping with every girl in the county.

At 17, they have known one another most of their lives and never had any kind of friendly relationship. They have always been classmates but never friends and definitely not siblings. - but all that is about to change. 

A series of events pulls them closer, a forbidden and unexpected accidental kiss, and they plummet into confusion as feelings grow that neither expected. Slowly the walls come down between them, and they have far more in common than they ever imagined.

TEEN DRAMA

　　He pushes up off the railing and walks towards me, brushing past the side of me so I'm knocked slightly out of his way, and he tosses the packet of money on his bed without care. Not looking back at me, I am hit with the scent of his aftershave and bodywash before turning away, so I don’t get the alcohol or some girl’s perfume. I don’t want to smell it and know…I can’t bear it.


　　“Can you leave? I’m in need of a shower and sleep. I’m fucked… literally.” He snort-laughs under his breath as though he’s smirking.  Against all my willpower, I incline my head and gaze at his profile, searching for truth and turning away fast so he won’t see the depth of the pain he causes with that sentence. It hurts too much.


　　“Why are you being like this?” My body visibly vibrating with the intense emotions coursing and building. I have to force it out through clenched teeth and the urge to gag.


CHAPTER 97